Alpha's Regret After Her Rebirth (Hannah and Noah) novel Chapter 307

Chapter 0307 

Hannah 

I woke first to the glow of the sun hitting my face, and then to the warm sensation of an arm around me… and a hand cupping my breast. 

“Mm…” 

Smiling, I snuggled back into the familiar body that was pressed up against me. In my sleepy state, it felt natural, comforting. Happy even. A warmth spread through me, pooling low in my belly. 

Instinctively, I ground back against him, hearing a soft, sleepy groan in response. The hand on my breast tightened, callused fingers brushing over my nipple and then pinching together ever so slightly. I let out a quiet gasp, arching my back into the solid body. 

“Noah…” 

But as consciousness slowly seeped in, the reality of what was happening hit me like a bucket of cold. water had been dumped over my head. 

Noah. 

This wasn’t some pleasant dream–it was the man I was supposed to hate. We were cuddling, and I had been grinding against his very obvious morning wood. 

Anger and surprise flared up inside of me, hot and sudden. Acting on instinct, I growled and sank my teeth into the arm that was wrapped around me. 

“Ow!” Noah yelped, jerking away and nearly falling off the bed. “What the hell, Hannah?” 

I sat up, glaring at him as I clutched the sheets to my chest. My nightgown had slipped off my shoulder, revealing one bare breast. “I told you not to touch me!” I snarled as I covered myself. 

Noah rubbed his arm, looking too bewildered to even notice my nudity. “I was asleep!” he bit out. “I didn’t mean to touch you.” 

“Oh, so you just bappened to grab my breast and pinch my nipple in your sleep?” I snapped, my cheeks flushed from a combination of begrudging arousal and embarrassment. 

“I wouldn’t do that on purpose,” Noah insisted. “You told me not to touch you, so I wouldn’t 

I felt my shoulders slump slightly at his words. “You wouldn’t,” I repeated, my voice softer now. 

Noah’s eyebrows knit together as he pushed his mop of dark hair out of his stormy face. “No, I wouldn’t.” 

I couldn’t decide if his words meant that he simply didn’t want to touch me, or if he was just being respectful of my wishes. Either way, it left an oddly hollow feeling in my chest. I felt like my heart was betraying me, I didn’t want him to touch me, and yet. 

And yet, I couldn’t help but feel ever s 

Goddess, I was a mess. 

slightly disappointed that it hadn’t gone further.. 

“Whatever,” I muttered, throwing the covers back and climbing out of bed. “I’m going to get ready.”